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These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart. But these thou must renounce, if lust of wealth E'er win its way to thy corrupted heart: For, ah! it poisons like a scorpion's dart; Prompting th' ungenerous wish, the selfish scheme, The stern resolve unmov'd by pity's smart, The troublous day, and long distressful dream. Return, my roving Muse, resume thy purpos'd theme.